"Mom, can Jim come over?" asked Harry.
Mom looked in Harry's room.
His clothes were all over the floor.
Toys and books were everywhere.
"Yes," said Mom.
"But first you must clean your room."
Harry put his books on the bookshelf.
He put his toy robots in a basket.
And he hung his clothes in the closet.
Soon Harry's room was very neat.
Jim rang the doorbell.
Harry opened the door for him.
"Hey, Harry!" said Jim.
"Hi, Jim," said Harry.
"Come on in!"
They went upstairs to Harry's room.
Jim looked at Harry's books.
He pulled a few of them off the shelf.
Jim dropped the books on the floor.
Next he picked up a model car.
"This car is cool," said Jim.
Jim poked the car's wheel.
The wheel popped off.
"Oops, sorry about that," said Jim.
Harry sighed.
"It's not a big deal," he said.
Jim looked through the basket.
He dumped toy robots on the floor.
Soon Harry's room was a mess.
Finally Jim went home.
Harry looked at the mess in his room.
"Ugh," he said.
He started picking up his things.
"What are you doing?" asked Mom.
Harry sighed.
"I'm cleaning my room—again!" he said.